Saturday, August 29, 2009
His Special Bone...
An Official Emergency Sack...
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Dog Park in August...
2 mothers...
That was it! A city, even a big one like Genoa, can be pretty darn vacant in August at Noon.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Median strips...
Stuff for a dog to slobber over...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Dog in the heat...
Normally, The Dog does his Dance to go out, and then, just stands on our apartment building's front stoop, drooling, head in the hang-dog position and his laser eyes glaring up at me like I must be mad. Well, I have to say to The Dog...
Tis not I, Dog, who asked to be taken out for a w-a-l-k at Noon!
Naturally, rejecting any Responsibility for his decisions, The Dog turns & points his 30+ kilo Weimaraner body towards the door. This means The Dog wants to return to the Comfort of air-conditioning. Gads.
An Important Reminder...
Here is An Important Reminder, a note for One & All to incorporate into the scheme of your daily ebb & flow...
Moses is the Mostest Moses of all the Moseseseses!!!
and so on and so forth. Gads.
Every dog needs a song...
Ruled by his equipment...
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Dog is a damn clock...
Where is my dinner? It should have been served nearly 15 minutes ago! I have been on my downstairs bed waiting patiently for your call, "Come and get it, Moses!" and what do I discover? It isn't ready! Instead, you are sautéing fish for that Short-person, who twists my ears thinking I like that. Can't he just scratch my head like the others? Now, where is my dinner?
Nope. He was not the least bit interested that I was busily fixing The Short-person's evening repast. Just another one of My 24/7 Duties. For The Dog, priorities are priorities and his ALWAYS must take precedence! Dinner is at 6PM.
Yep. The Dog is a clock with an alarm set for the following hours...
9AM... Time to go out for W-a-l-k Numero Uno...
10AM... A Treat followed immediately by Breakfast. Then, a nap...
Noon... A Treat and, if it isn't over 80+ degrees outside, W-a-l-k Numero Due. Then, a nap...
4PM... W-a-l-k Numero Tre', unless it is over 80+ degrees. Then, he'll take a Treat and wait until 5Pm for the W-a-l-k...
6PM... Dinner...
9PM... A very short W-a-l-k Numero Quattro, longer, but not too long, if the outside temp is not over 80+ degrees. Then, it's Beddy-bye Time.
At 9:01Pm, I am all done in. But then, there's The Short-person to attend to. Gads.
Stripes make him impatient...
Another look. This one says...
OK... while I fry in this 100+ heat, why are you not in the driver seat putting this tin can-with-no-roof into gear to stir up some much needed breeze?
I did. And, still The Dog insisted upon putting his floppy-eared Weimaraner head next to the gear-shift handle.
Please note: there's no towel where I sit to protect my fanny from the scalding black leather upholstery.
Gads.
Monday, August 24, 2009
What not to do on a beach in August...
Dogs have best friends too...
I can't tell though, if The Dog really likes Beatrice or not. His look says... HELP?!? She's ONLY 4!!! At least, he doesn't run & hide when Beatrice skips into the room to give him one of many hugs & squeezes & pats on his Weimaraner head. For that, I am thankful.
I believe this best-friend-with-a-Human-Being business is a first for The Dog. You know, being An Only Dog can be lonesome. Every now & then, The Short-person & I talk of getting another Weimaraner. Thinking The Dog would enjoy having a companion to chew on A Special Bone with, to go out on walks & sniff together, to bark in unison when someone exits the elevator on our floor, to pee in tandem against the same city lamp post and to collectively snore during one of their frequent daily naps, etc. Then, evaluating The True Character of The Dog, we decide... Nah!!! It would be more like... another dog stealing The Dog's food, commandeering his bed and, above all, shoving him aside from his exalted position as Dog Numero Uno in our hearts & house because the puppy is so adorable. The initiative promptly collapses and we, instead, elect to remain A One Dog Family. Anyway... ONE WEIMARANER IS CERTAINLY ENOUGH WORK FOR US!!!
Beatrice is so much easier too. She's no threat to The Dog's social position. Beatrice is already Numero Uno in her parent's eyes. I bet she'd HATE The Dog's food. It's not made with Nutella or little chocolate bits & in the form of animals. And, peeing against a limp post is kind of hard with girlie pink underwear on.
So, I approve. Yet, it all depends on The Dog. Courage, Moses!!! Gads.